"Why has the old angel come?"
Accompanied by Yuyan, Sun Wukong exited the Shuilian Cave and saw Taibaijinxing, who stood outside the white jade bridge and was being watched by the surrounding demons and humans.
The old angel's face was kindly, and he talked cheerfully with both humans and demons, his eyes also showing some genuine joy.
It wasn't that he had never seen the realms of human and demon merged.
But usually, it would be the kind where "cunning rabbits conduct trades and wild pigs carry burdens to make a living"—great demons and eternal evil spirits would slaughter the original human nations thoroughly, claiming the royal capitals and cities to indulge themselves in pleasure.
Yet here, it was like the human world had become a realm of immortals.
The demons were reasonable and understood etiquette; their conversations might not be elegant, but they adhered to norms.
